With Sea Water,
Activating pain membranes in between grounds sunkened when raked everywhere,
A momentarily therapeutic feeling that makes indisputable sense,
On a canvas where to be covered and uncovered by only I,
Hence forth this excruciating pain, my insecurities, which only I to blame.
I serenadely live in a cave isolated from the eye of the world,
Serenely with a crying heart,
Accompanied by many whom hearts have cried,
They soon left by overcoming their ordeals with love,
I tried, love, but its flames turn on and off like a malfunctioned stove.
Why is it so hard? I can use matches to keep flames burnt,
Oh! How with no wind's prescence?
Why not use a mirror to reflect the vicious sun?
How when sun's prescence, a variable?
Excuses, Excuses,
Can't I just bring a fire storm with ME in place?
